Authoress's Notes: First of all, NO. There will be no "sexing". I'm only thirteen, people. How can you safely ask that
when you don't know how old the author is? And if they were, it would have been rated R. People can be so stupid. And
I'm not referring to everybody, basically just one person, who reviewed asking if I would do a hentai. No, I will not.
That's why I put shounen ai. If there was sex, I would have put yaoi, because that's sex-based. I ONLY DO SHOUNEN AI.
NOT YAOI. With that done, I kindly thank EVERYBODY ELSE for reviewing. I hadn't expected so many reviews for one chapter.
:::Paopu Fruit:::
Chapter Two
The wind came suddenly and unexpectedly. Almost bowling poor Sora over, the brown-haired hero continued his desperate
search for his paining best friend, with an upcoming storm. Sora went to search the place where he first saw him in
the beginning of his adventure; to the sea.
Sure enough, he saw a lone silhoutte, standing waist-deep in the roughening ocean waters.
"Riku!!" He cried.
The silver-headed figure turned, and extended his hand.
Not this again, Sora thought. He plunged himself into the waters, seeing the all too familiar wave rise in back of
Riku. He grasped his friend's hand, but it was too late. The sheer force of the wave crashign down upon them wrenched
them from eachother, dragging both of them under and into the deep waters. The light in Sora's heart was suffocating,
and the darkness of the sea overcame him.
He awoke to the waters slowly dragging at his feet. He was lying on the sand up by the wooden wall during high tide.
A trail through the sand showed that he was dragged out. But where was Riku?
Propping himself on his hands and knees, Sora desperately searched around the beach, seeing no evidence that Riku
had been there other than the trail of Sora's body, which was almost gone, so it was enough to look like the high
tide dragged him up. Standing up, he shook the sand off of himself and out of his hair, turning to see the sunset.
It was exactly like the sunset when Riku had thrown him that paopu fruit. The star shaped fruit that could have con-
nected them together forever.
But, if Riku was...
No, Sora fiercely shook his head, small grains of sand shaking out of his hair. No, he wouldn't think of his best
friend as dead. Sora went as fast as his weak legs could carry him and walked through the dark tunnel to the secret
cave. He had been hoping against all hope that his silver-haired friend hadn't drowned. Because he had been dragged
out of the water, Sora knew that it had been Riku.
He stumbled and wished for his friend's shoulder to lean on. He kept stumbling and falling until he reached his house.
He would have to keep looking tomorrow. His mom knocked on his door. "Sora, honey?"
"Go away mom," he said, and sprawled out on his bed.
The next day, he recieved glares from almost everybody. Tidus, even Selphie turned away from him with a sad gaze. But
he didn't care at the moment. He had to find Riku.
He had passed Kairi a few times, but he was too concentrated to notice the looks she gave him. These looks of smug
satisfaction.
That day, too, ended in a failure. Going upstairs quietly, Sora avoided confrontation with his mother once again. He
would never forgive her, or anybody else, because of the plot against Riku.
A week passed, and Sora still searched. He would never give up, because he had finally found him last time, and he was
sure he would find him again this time. He didn't notice that the only person who spoke his name was his mom, whom he
completely ignored.
It was two weeks after that that Riku was reported missing. They immediately assumed he was dead. The priest had the
nerve to get up in front of everybody on the island to say, "The sea took what we would have given it anyway."
Sora officially stopped speaking with him. One day, to avoid seeing his mom, Sora tried to race up the stairs. A hand
shot out and gripped his arm in a death grip.
"Sora, stop avoiding me. We have to talk."
"No mom."
"Yes!" she shouted.
He stared at her in bewilderment.
Sitting in the dining room, his mother tapped her fingers against the hardwood table.
"What is it?"
"You have to stop looking for Riku. He's dead, and well worth it too."
He gave her a fierce glare. "Mom, you don't know what you're talking about! You and I have both known Riku since...
well, ever! He's my best friend, and I refuse to think of him as dead."
She shook her head. "Yes, we've both known him for an extremely long time, but one mistake can change everything."
"Oh, as if you hadn't made mistakes?"
"Not ones that cost millions of people their lives."
"Mom, he's a human, just like all of us."
She shook her head again. "No, he's not. Don't compare him to us. He was lowly, disgusting, a disgrace-"
Sora couldn't take it. He didn't need to hear his mom badmouthing his best friend. "Mom, you're the disgusting one!
Riku is a hero, just like me! He may be better than me! People here just can't forgive him? He helped restore us!"
Before his mom could say more, he ran up to his room, locked the door, and opened his window, climbing out. Dropping
to his feet, he ran as far as he could, and found himself unconciously running to that one place. Breathing heavilly,
he collapsed onto the floor. Leaning against the cool stone, he hugged his knees to his chest. Nights here were cold.
Would he freeze for the sake of Riku? If that's what it took, than yes. When they thought to search for him here,
he would already be dead, and they would regret ever mistreating Riku.
His breathing came as a cloud of warm air hitting cold air. Tears trailed down his cheek, leaving lines where the cold
air quickly dried the wet spots. Silent sobs shook his shoulders, and he couldn't help but still love his mother. She
had been wonderful to him, as she always had, because she gave birth to him, but then...
Ansem had to ruin his whole life, didn't he?
Chuckling dryly, Sora could imagine it. The main reason Ansem wanted to conquer the world was to destroy Sora's fine
life.
Shivering from the cold, Sora pushed himself closer to the wall, where warmth could still be salvaged. He wished he
had at least grabbed a heavier jacket.
But it couldn't be helped. Sora would freeze to death, and if Riku really was dead, he would join him wherever he was.
Now, would Riku have liked that attitude? Riku had always told him to stay positive, no matter what kind of sorrow
dragged him under the ocean of depression. If he stayed positive, then he could rise to the surface for a great big
gulp of air.
Shivering once more, Sora sneezed.
"Bless you," he heard.
Sora felt two strong, and thankfully warm arms wrap around him. Someone pulled him close, and Sora was so happy to
be in that warm embrace.
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Hieica: Bleh. I'm mean. Yeah? Yeah. Sorry for the Kairi-bashing, but in all honesty, I HATE her!! Why couldn't she
just DIE!? She had NO right WHATSOEVER to want to leave Riku behind. GOD!! *dies from the hate*
Swissy: Hey, review, or I'll sick Culinary's *shudders* cheese grater on you! HA! How do you feel now!?
when you don't know how old the author is? And if they were, it would have been rated R. People can be so stupid. And
I'm not referring to everybody, basically just one person, who reviewed asking if I would do a hentai. No, I will not.
That's why I put shounen ai. If there was sex, I would have put yaoi, because that's sex-based. I ONLY DO SHOUNEN AI.
NOT YAOI. With that done, I kindly thank EVERYBODY ELSE for reviewing. I hadn't expected so many reviews for one chapter.
:::Paopu Fruit:::
Chapter Two
The wind came suddenly and unexpectedly. Almost bowling poor Sora over, the brown-haired hero continued his desperate
search for his paining best friend, with an upcoming storm. Sora went to search the place where he first saw him in
the beginning of his adventure; to the sea.
Sure enough, he saw a lone silhoutte, standing waist-deep in the roughening ocean waters.
"Riku!!" He cried.
The silver-headed figure turned, and extended his hand.
Not this again, Sora thought. He plunged himself into the waters, seeing the all too familiar wave rise in back of
Riku. He grasped his friend's hand, but it was too late. The sheer force of the wave crashign down upon them wrenched
them from eachother, dragging both of them under and into the deep waters. The light in Sora's heart was suffocating,
and the darkness of the sea overcame him.
He awoke to the waters slowly dragging at his feet. He was lying on the sand up by the wooden wall during high tide.
A trail through the sand showed that he was dragged out. But where was Riku?
Propping himself on his hands and knees, Sora desperately searched around the beach, seeing no evidence that Riku
had been there other than the trail of Sora's body, which was almost gone, so it was enough to look like the high
tide dragged him up. Standing up, he shook the sand off of himself and out of his hair, turning to see the sunset.
It was exactly like the sunset when Riku had thrown him that paopu fruit. The star shaped fruit that could have con-
nected them together forever.
But, if Riku was...
No, Sora fiercely shook his head, small grains of sand shaking out of his hair. No, he wouldn't think of his best
friend as dead. Sora went as fast as his weak legs could carry him and walked through the dark tunnel to the secret
cave. He had been hoping against all hope that his silver-haired friend hadn't drowned. Because he had been dragged
out of the water, Sora knew that it had been Riku.
He stumbled and wished for his friend's shoulder to lean on. He kept stumbling and falling until he reached his house.
He would have to keep looking tomorrow. His mom knocked on his door. "Sora, honey?"
"Go away mom," he said, and sprawled out on his bed.
The next day, he recieved glares from almost everybody. Tidus, even Selphie turned away from him with a sad gaze. But
he didn't care at the moment. He had to find Riku.
He had passed Kairi a few times, but he was too concentrated to notice the looks she gave him. These looks of smug
satisfaction.
That day, too, ended in a failure. Going upstairs quietly, Sora avoided confrontation with his mother once again. He
would never forgive her, or anybody else, because of the plot against Riku.
A week passed, and Sora still searched. He would never give up, because he had finally found him last time, and he was
sure he would find him again this time. He didn't notice that the only person who spoke his name was his mom, whom he
completely ignored.
It was two weeks after that that Riku was reported missing. They immediately assumed he was dead. The priest had the
nerve to get up in front of everybody on the island to say, "The sea took what we would have given it anyway."
Sora officially stopped speaking with him. One day, to avoid seeing his mom, Sora tried to race up the stairs. A hand
shot out and gripped his arm in a death grip.
"Sora, stop avoiding me. We have to talk."
"No mom."
"Yes!" she shouted.
He stared at her in bewilderment.
Sitting in the dining room, his mother tapped her fingers against the hardwood table.
"What is it?"
"You have to stop looking for Riku. He's dead, and well worth it too."
He gave her a fierce glare. "Mom, you don't know what you're talking about! You and I have both known Riku since...
well, ever! He's my best friend, and I refuse to think of him as dead."
She shook her head. "Yes, we've both known him for an extremely long time, but one mistake can change everything."
"Oh, as if you hadn't made mistakes?"
"Not ones that cost millions of people their lives."
"Mom, he's a human, just like all of us."
She shook her head again. "No, he's not. Don't compare him to us. He was lowly, disgusting, a disgrace-"
Sora couldn't take it. He didn't need to hear his mom badmouthing his best friend. "Mom, you're the disgusting one!
Riku is a hero, just like me! He may be better than me! People here just can't forgive him? He helped restore us!"
Before his mom could say more, he ran up to his room, locked the door, and opened his window, climbing out. Dropping
to his feet, he ran as far as he could, and found himself unconciously running to that one place. Breathing heavilly,
he collapsed onto the floor. Leaning against the cool stone, he hugged his knees to his chest. Nights here were cold.
Would he freeze for the sake of Riku? If that's what it took, than yes. When they thought to search for him here,
he would already be dead, and they would regret ever mistreating Riku.
His breathing came as a cloud of warm air hitting cold air. Tears trailed down his cheek, leaving lines where the cold
air quickly dried the wet spots. Silent sobs shook his shoulders, and he couldn't help but still love his mother. She
had been wonderful to him, as she always had, because she gave birth to him, but then...
Ansem had to ruin his whole life, didn't he?
Chuckling dryly, Sora could imagine it. The main reason Ansem wanted to conquer the world was to destroy Sora's fine
life.
Shivering from the cold, Sora pushed himself closer to the wall, where warmth could still be salvaged. He wished he
had at least grabbed a heavier jacket.
But it couldn't be helped. Sora would freeze to death, and if Riku really was dead, he would join him wherever he was.
Now, would Riku have liked that attitude? Riku had always told him to stay positive, no matter what kind of sorrow
dragged him under the ocean of depression. If he stayed positive, then he could rise to the surface for a great big
gulp of air.
Shivering once more, Sora sneezed.
"Bless you," he heard.
Sora felt two strong, and thankfully warm arms wrap around him. Someone pulled him close, and Sora was so happy to
be in that warm embrace.
____________________________________________________________________
Hieica: Bleh. I'm mean. Yeah? Yeah. Sorry for the Kairi-bashing, but in all honesty, I HATE her!! Why couldn't she
just DIE!? She had NO right WHATSOEVER to want to leave Riku behind. GOD!! *dies from the hate*
Swissy: Hey, review, or I'll sick Culinary's *shudders* cheese grater on you! HA! How do you feel now!?